"Good morning, ladies," she said."Good morning, ladies," she said. "I trust you caught a few hours sleep." Terry moved her head as if to speak, but Helga cut off her words. "No Miss McArdle, you are not permitted to speak. Your brank was removed to allow for your meal, but you are to remain silent for now." The mealtime passed all too quickly for the captives and they were immediately locked up in their branks again when it was over. Then their wrists were re-manacled behind their backs and attached by very short chains to their metal collars. Yvette came down the stairs to eat and the girls glanced at her as they were led away. They entered a large chamber which was bare of furnishings save for two steel monstrosities which appeared to be grotesque hobby horses. Helga explained that they were `training' mounts and prodded Sue toward one of them. In one shocking move, Helga scooped the young brunette up in her arms and placed her on one of the steel saddles with a flair. "MMMMFFFF!" Sue whimpered when she felt the cold steel against her bare buttocks. Terry watched with growing admiration as the blonde amazon clamped Sue's ankles into ankle cuffs fixed to the base of the horse. When it was her turn, she almost welcomed Helga's arms around her. When both of the girls were in place on their steeds, Helga locked large metal rings around their waists and chained them to the horses for further stability. "I hope you enjoyed breakfast, girls, and that you ate well. You are to remain here until dinnertime." Helga's words went straight through their hearts. They were expecting some sort of discomfort as part of their training; but all day? "Come now, Miss Hart," Helga went on, " you needn't look so desolate. Young squires no more than twelve years old sat on these very steeds all day long for weeks at a time to encourage a sense of balance and poise while mounted in battle. And they had to hold shields and weapons as well." Then she added, "Of course, their wrists weren't chained to their necks." She blew a kiss at the girls and then moved toward the door. Both Terry and Sue had to admire their jailer's body as her buttocks shifted sensuously to and fro. The door closed and the poor captives were alone again to ponder and endure their slavery. The hours ticked by slowly and painfully--first one, then two, and then who knows how many? Terry was the first to grow weary and began to fall over. |